How's This?
I don’t fucking care. I don’t fucking care about this story I am working on. I don’t care if it is good or bad or mediocre (which is really the worst). I don’t want to work on it. I don’t want to work on any fiction. I just don’t care. I’m burned out, sick of fiction. Sick, sick, sick, fucking sick of it.
posted by january girl @ 3:26 PM
3 Comments:
It comes from a need not a desire.
don't i know it. and i do not have the fucking need right now. i get it sometimes, but now is not the time. not only that, but there is need to write and need to write and be famous and all sorts of shit imbetween. getting a blog really helped my demons shut the fuck up, so now i wonder why i'm here.
i thought there was only one answer, but it turned out there were many many more....
There are many answers, that's part of the fun and there are are not demons like the boogie man they don't exist save to keep children in line.
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